nudes ; e.d

fourteen

E M M A

No. This isn't him. I'm hallucinating. I have to be.

"Emma, go home. Now." He gives me a stern look, not even as surprised as I was to see his face in person — what the fuck is going on?

I could feel the harsh wind start to pick up, blowing in and out of my jacket as it began to flop about, followed by the scarf that wrapped loosely around my neck in a crossed pattern. My hair began to sway to whatever way the wind blew, up, down, left, right — and even in my face.

"You're not safe here," He explains, "Please just go home." He points in the direction of my road, narrowing his eyebrows together.

I want to say something to him, I do, but I can't. I can't find the words to speak. I'm speechless. I have no idea what's going on.

My mind is screaming; What the fuck?! But my mouth seems to be slammed shut.

He lets out a huge sigh, just as I'm about to sprint back home, wanting so badly to avoid a side of Ethan I don't want to see... I mean, this is the first time I'm actually meeting him in person which wasn't even voluntary...

I step back a few steps, minding my hands behind me to make sure nothing is there so I can just run as fast as I can.

My eyes are glued onto his while he glares at me with such care and honesty; in a way.

"I—" I try to speak but nothing slips away.

Screw it. I turn on my heel and sprint off into the direction of my road, out of the park gate and straight down the concrete path, leaves scattering along by my feet; one by one clumping heavily onto the floor.

As well as that, I don't turn back to him although I can feel his hazel-green eyes burning on my back.

I end up stumbling to my front door and quickly slotting my keys into the hole of the door. I turn it, my hands aggressively shaking, pushing open the door to be face to face with my mom.

Oh shit.

"Where have you been?" She crosses her arms, as well as a cross look written over her face. Did she see me out with Ethan?

"I— um," I stutter, my eyes widening at the fact that I have no idea what to tell her. "I was, um—"

"Who's that boy?" She raises an eyebrow, changing her standing posture to a more sassy look, she was practically demanding answers.

"A friend." I mutter, slipping my shoes off and rapidly making my way up the stairs to avoid all contact. Even though I can hear her screaming my name but I ignore her all the way.

I slip into my bedroom, slamming my door shut and locking it behind me. I plant my back against the door and slowly slide down it, panting heavily from the amount of energy I just put into getting home — and from what has just happened.

I take my phone out of my jacket pocket, my hand still nervously shaking. The thought of Ethan being in danger just makes me... feel sorrow and upset... but I barely know the guy.

I notice I have a few missed calls, as well as some messages.

missed call; mom (4)

missed call; ethan (3)

ethan: im so sorry emma

ethan: pls text me when u get in

missed call; ethan

ethan: emma????

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a/n - sorry this chapter was ... eh

i kind of rushed but the next chapter will be more interesting :-)

p.s. sorry it took so long

- T